ELIANA
The atmosphere is filled with all kinds of emotions as Zoe and I walk out of the rink. Students are moving about, some heading to the packing lot to drive home, some to the lockers to pick their stuff while others are in small groups, talking about the game which concluded a few minutes ago.
“I told you the Hawkers would win against the Pythons! Did you see how smooth Jackson was on the ice? Damn it he looked so hot.”
Girls are giggling and gossiping about Jackson's movements on the ice, saying how good and smooth he’s with his movements. Even though I don't want to admit it out loud, it's true. He knows damn well that he's smooth on ice and he uses every chance that he gets to show his skills.
The memories of us skating late at night in the driveway side by side laughing, feeli
